Song 22 - "Falling Off the Wagon" - The Family Crest

Hello, my friends
I hope we meet again
The sweetness goes
It echoes off the ground and up into your windows

I hate to go
To leave before the show
But the night, it wears on
And we'll play our favorite songs

And it's true what they say, I get carried away
By the sound that these strings and my fingers can make
And they move me again, like I've found an old friend
Who was there for me, love

Sold my soul not a moment to late
For a kick drum, lover, a guitar and a bass
I said I sold my soul not a moment too late
For a kick drum, lover, a guitar and a bass